Pinky
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When animals are babies, they are so very soft, cuddly and cute,
But when they start to mature, they get ugly as up they do shoot.
This poem describes a time that I gave in to my girls request,
For a cute pup, that lost that look and grew up kind of ugly at best. Continue reading
My Uncle Harold
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During my time here on earth, I spent a lot time with Uncle Harold,
I’ve not met a finer man, and I loved talking to him after he got old.
This poem just touches the surface of the relationship we had,
Within his body, I don’t think he had a single bone that was bad. Continue reading